MRS. MUNNING. Then don't do it.
ZACK. No, mother.
(Exit Martha.)
MRS. MUNNING. This is' a pretty how do you do.
PAUL. Confound Joe Wrigley. I don't know where to get another man at such short notice.
MRS. MUNNING. And labour scarce, and all. Can you manage it with a man short?
(Zack shyly approaches the clothes on chair and, not lifting them, fingers them lovingly.)
PAUL. No, I can't.
MRS. MUNNING. You'll have to get somebody to-night, then. That's all.
PAUL. If I can. It's going to take some doing to find a steady man.